Glad

If many in the human domain had been in Atticus's shoes currently, their composure would shatter. Many would freeze or even make the stupid mistake of trying to think about how this had happened to them.

But Atticus' mind was the personification of tranquility and calm. In fact, he had never been calmer. Atticus had found out recently that it was during dangerous situations such as these that he was at his calmest.

Atticus didn't overthink; there was no need to. There were only three simple facts that played in his mind.

Atticus's form twisted, his gaze turning towards the direction of the men. The world slowed down in his eyes as he ramped up his perception to the highest it could reach.

The first fact: each one of the lookouts on the tower couldn't see them for a total of 9 seconds.

Atticus's form leaned forward, his right leg bending as he crouched down akin to a runner's starting position.